Nocturnal Flare Lyrics

The beast of the land
It stood right here
Twilight of the gods
Serpents - those with fangs
To conquer, to rule, to own
No days have passed
To conquer, to rule, to own
Daylight's gone
Conjure, the past
Mortals - those with spines
Gathering of men
March! onwards to death!

Hear the call from the voice of the elders
The tide will turn whenever you want
Nocturnal flare - hallow cries
Nocturnal flare